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cilantro pizza, organic lox

August 26, 2010

Today’s tidbit is this pitch-perfect and totally unauthorized commercial for the store where I spend an embarrassing percentage of my weekly income.

If you live in a city where there is no Trader Joe’s — I am given to understand that these exist, though I cannot fathom how the twentysomethings in such cities manage to feed themselves  — well, all I can say is come to LA.  I will show you a treasure trove of reasonably-priced consumables, full of things like sea-salt brownies and pluots and walnut-studded gouda and sparkling gewurtztraminer.  And then I have a futon where you can sleep off the food coma.

The bit about the soy milk makes me laugh, in particular, because it reminds of the time I was hit on in a Trader Joe’s by a scrofulous hippie type who was old enough to be my dad.  He kept insisting that he had seen me before at someplace called Yoga World.  I told him flatly, “Yoga bores the shit out of me,” in hopes this would get him to go away.  It didn’t.  When I reluctantly abandoned my perusal of the dried noodles to begin the necessary escape, he skipped after me to suggest that we “get together for a soy milk sometime.”  Soy milk? If I look like the kind of girl with whom you would get a soy milk, then it’s possible I have been shopping at Trader Joe’s for too long.  But for the time being I’m chalking it up to Hippie Man’s own proclivities, not mine, because the TJ’s chocolate-orange sticks are really not something I can give up just yet.

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3 Comments leave one →
  1. Kristin permalink
    August 27, 2010 10:56 pm

    I’ve made all the same observations! Okay, okay…except for the braided bull penises.

  2. September 23, 2010 10:08 am

    a) A Trader Joe’s just opened up near me.
    b) Must I post to demand a post? That just seems unfair.

  3. September 24, 2010 2:34 pm

    Loving the new posts! I thought I had already subscribed via email, but I must have messed it up because I didn’t know these were up. I just re-subscribed. The ‘soy milk’ story gets me every time!

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